#turn off facebook messenger

[krippe90]

Welp, twitter now requires a login to view tweets so I'm guess I'm done with that.

And reddit is nearing a total collapse.

If HackerNews and Tumblr follows suite I'll just give up on social media for good, I guess.

[mari-beau]

Ugh. I shouldn't have accepted that coworker's friend request on Facebook.

[fingertipsmp3]

The only time I find out how to do things with technology is when I panic super hard

[lascluv]

How to turn off email notifications for facebook messenger

#How to turn off email notifications for facebook messenger how to

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For more tutorials, head on to our How-To Guides section. Step 4: Now click next to Incoming Call Sounds or Message Sounds to turn them off. Step 3: Next to Messenger, click on more at the top. Step 2: Then in the top right of your Facebook account, click on messenger.

#How to turn off email notifications for facebook messenger how to

You can also manually turn on the notifications before the duration is over by simply toggling the button On.Īlso check out How to add multiple accounts on Facebook Messenger on Android. Here is how to turn off the notification sounds on Messenger: Step 1: Open and sign in to Facebook from your browser. The notifications will automatically turn on after the set duration is over. Select the time duration for which you want to turn off the notifications and then tap on Ok.Īs soon as you select the time duration and tap on Ok, you will notice that all the toggle buttons under the ‘Notifications & Sounds’ menu have been turned off. Toggle it to turn it Off.Īs soon as you toggle the button off, a ‘ Mute Notifications‘ window will pop-up with different time duration. There will be toggle button at the top which will be On by default. Step 2: You will then be taken to the ‘Notifications & Sounds’ menu. After that, tap on ‘ Notifications & Sounds‘. After that, open the Facebook Messenger and tap on the ‘ profile‘ icon provided at the top-right corner. Step 1: First thing to do is to make sure that you are using the latest version of Facebook Messenger. How to turn off notifications on Facebook Messenger for Android If you don’t how to do that, worry not, by the time you are done reading this guide you will know how to turn off notifications on Facebook Messenger. The best way to get out of this situation is to simply turn off the notifications. It might happen that you can’t leave the group because that would result in more messages from the group members asking you for the reason to do so. Before you read the older messages, there are already new messages waiting to be read by you.

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Although it’s a good feature, it doesn’t take much time to annoy you when the group conversation is in full swing. You can also have group conversations on Facebook Messenger. You can chat with your Facebook friends easily by using the Facebook Messenger from your smartphone. Facebook’s standalone Messenger app comes in very handy when you want to chat with your Facebook friends but don’t want to start your personal computer.

[vodika-vibes]

Vodika, my love, I answered my own question and decided to come back for more.

Can I get "Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation" with Fives?

Except, instead of a social situation, can it be a scary doctor appointment? I recently had to go to the doctor to get a mysterious lump checked out, and I was terrified. I wanted someone to be there with me so badly, but alas, I am a single pringle.

Please and thank you 💚 (maybe one more)

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Stressful Appointments

Summary: When you have to attend a scary doctor's appointment, Fives promises to be there, no matter what.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x Reader

Word Count: 606

Warning: Medical stuff...but there's no details

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I can't even imagine. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer in the middle of covid when I was living in Europe, she had to tell me over facebook messenger, and I broke down and cried for like 15 minutes after I got off the phone with her. So this one's a little short, because it hits a little too close to home, sorry.

Divider by Saradika

“You need to relax, cyare.” Fives says quietly, as he tugs you against his side, and pulls your head to his shoulder, “You’re spiraling, lovely.”

“I know, I know.” You nervously twist you comm between your fingers, over and over again, “Fives, what if-”

“Hey, hey. No.” He lightly taps your chin with one finger, and you turn to look up at him, “We’re not doing any what-ifs, cyare.”

“But-”

“No buts,” He smiles soothingly and lightly tugs on a strand of your hair., “There is no point in wondering what-ifs when we haven’t even spoken to your doctor yet.”

You worry your lower lip, and Fives sighs and rubs his thumb across your lip, to stop you, “I know you’re worried, love.” He says softly, “But you’re just going to make yourself sick if you don’t relax, just a little.”

His hand moves to cup your cheek, and you close your eyes and lean into his touch. And for a moment, you’re able to forget that you’re sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. 

“There we go,” Fives’ voice is low and soothing, “I’m here, cyare. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Even if it’s bad news?” You ask, your voice slightly shaky. 

“Especially then.” He continues lightly smoothing his thumb across your cheek, “Will you look at me, cyare?”

You open your eyes and look up at him. His smile is warm and soft and so very loving, that for a moment you want to cry. 

“I love you,” Fives whispers, as though his words are for you and you alone.

You sniffle, “I love you too.” You rub your eyes roughly, trying to force the moisture away, “I’m just scared.”

“I know, cyare. But I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right there next to you, regardless of what the doctor says.” Fives promises.

A shaky smile crosses your face, “I don’t deserve you,” You whisper, as you reach up and cup his face.

“Tough, because I chose you, and I’m going to keep choosing you.” Fives leans in and chastely kisses your nose, “Besides, you were right there with me when I got my chip removed, how could I offer you anything less than what you gave me?”

“That was different-” You say quietly.

“Not to me.” He kisses your cheek and then your temple, “And when we get out of here, I’ll buy you an ice cream.”

You lean heavily against him, “Can we get lunch instead? We can make a day out of it.”

“Mm. That sounds fun.” Fives agrees as he brushes some of your hair out of your face, “We can hit up that cafe you like so much.”

“The one with the fancy bread?”

“That’s the one,” He replies with a small smile.

You tilt your head, “And then we can get ice cream?” You ask hopefully.

He laughs, “Yes, you spoiled thing, then we can get ice cream.” He leans in and kisses you gently, and you sigh into the kiss. Though, when your name is called by the nurse, you tense again. 

Fives takes your hand, and squeezes your fingers, “Come on, cyare. Let’s get this over with, hm?”

You look up at him, and nod slowly. “Yeah. Okay.” Yet let him pull you to your feet, and you smile up at him as he kisses your joined fingers. “You’re staying, right?” You ask, just to make sure.

“Oh, cyare. Count Dooku himself couldn’t make me leave.” Fives promises with a sharp grin. And all of the tension drains from your body once more. If Fives says so, than it’s true, as simple as that.

[nottonyharrison]

Listen, I keep telling you to email me, and you keep texting me, and my phone WILL not come off do not disturb and I WILL fail to look at it for an entire day because I primarily work on PC and I WILL completely ignore the thing you say is urgent so maybe... just maybe? You should uh... email me, like I told you to, instead of getting mad about me not replying to a text when I told you that no, I will not hear it and no, I will not add your number to the priority list, and no, I probably will not look at my phone, and no, I will not add you on facebook and even if I did I will also not see it because I don't use facebook apart from once in a blue moon and I only have messenger on my phone grudgingly because it's how most of my friends communicate which again... is always on do not disturb this post brought to you by a very tired of being constantly able to be contacted millennial who just wants to be able to turn off all notifications forever and only see things when they actively visit a fucking website.

[hillbillyoracle]

Quick wins if you don't like your relationship with screens:

Get rid of recommendations and feeds - there's lots of extensions to block Facebook and Twitter feeds, as well as YouTube recommendations. Purge your YouTube Subscriptions and only select videos from your subscriptions or what you seek out in your search bar. Don't use these on mobile where taking the feed out is not natively available.

Adopt alternative messengers - Look for messengers that don't use your data to show you ads. Skip Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok messages. Signal is the classic but if that's not your style there are many others. Want a letter writing like experience without the postage? Try SLOWLY.

Create a social email account or organize your current email to show you more social emails - social emails are emails that were personally written to you specifically from people you know. I get it, you don't want to give your phone number out to people and if you quit social media what would you give them? Your email. Depending on what email you're using there's lots of tutorials on how to get social emails in their own box or tab so you can find them easily. Declutter your email (newsletters especially) so you can more easily use it as a tool.

Consider leaving or putting strict limits on apps with no user controls over your feeds - I'm talking TikTok and Instagram here. Don't want to leave, that's fine. But take a break. See how you feel. Still not wanting to leave. That's cool. Consider setting an app timer and giving someone else the password. Given that there's no way to build in a stopping point in these apps and they're primarily mobile which make user modification dicey - you need a hard limit some how. But seriously consider passing on it.

Consider a custom phone UI (Android Phones) - there a many apps out there that let you alter your phone to be visually less distracting. I use minimalist phone but there are others. Some cost up front but the customization is simple and effective.

None of this will ultimately fix the issue. To be clear. That's not the goal. The goal is to give you enough of a break that you start to see social media for what it is a little more, make it less appealing. So this is not one of those "just turn off notifications and turn your phone to greyscale" posts. It's more of a life raft to help you keep your head above water.

[luciolefire]

Deleted my Instagram art account yesterday (@/luciolefire_art) and all of my posts on my main Facebook and Instagram accounts.

Why?

Meta's new AI shit is trained on all Instagram posts, and there is no opt-out. You can't turn it off, and you can't stop it from using your work (and images of YOUR FACE AND BODY) to feed into its own images. It's implemented into the Instagram and Facebook search bar too-- and on Messenger you can't even search emojis/stickers without GENERATING MULTIPLE AI IMAGES.

The fact that my face, my art, and various pictures I've posted throughout my life on multiple accounts are being used to feed a generative AI is a horrific dystopian concept.

Fuck Meta.

[teitho]

Hello Teitho followers!

We wanted to touch base with you all. In our capacity as mods we have seen a slow but steady decline in engagement on the Teitho challenge site over recent months.

We had seen a bit of a resurgence in activity, when we transferred to the ProBoards website initially, but over the past few challenges we have seen few, if any, submissions.

Our last two challenges have had no submissions at all.

Teitho is one of a very few surviving independent sites of Tolkien fanfiction. The once robust community of such sites has—much like the Elves of Middle-earth—dwindled.

This puts us at a bit of a crossroads. We’ve worked hard to keep Teitho going, to put out interesting challenges for our readers/writers, to keep the fandom lights on for this archive. But with engagement tapering off and plateauing, the question arises: do we keep trying to revive it/reinvigorate it (and how?) or do we quietly turn the lights off?

Our preference, of course, would be to keep it going. But this is where we need some input from you.

We did a survey a few years ago, when Teitho had originally started to founder a bit, and utilized that feedback to expand the scope of the challenge: from being focused on LOTR/Legolas and Aragorn based fic to fic inclusive of the entire legendarium; making the time frame for challenges longer to allow for more writing time; expanding the time for voting if there were numerous fics submitted. Those changes resulted in a temporary period of increased engagement but it has not been sustained.

We are very happy to take any and all feedback you are willing to give us. We can create another survey and post a link for it or you can email us your thoughts directly at teitho.contest@gmail.com (or through Facebook messenger, twitter or tumblr DMs.)

Our greatest wish is for Teitho to thrive. But we also don’t want to keep something going that perhaps is past it’s prime and on a unsustainable downward trajectory. The demise of many fandom archives has saddened us. We had hoped Teitho would not meet a similar fate.

We value your thoughts. We are more than willing to keep going, but truth be told it is quite disheartening to have an empty submission box month after month.

(Should the consensus be that Teitho is not as relevant to the fandom as it once was, we would plan to continue to keep the ProBoards site live indefinitely so readers could continue to access the archive and would also attempt to partner with Archive of Our Own/Organization for Transformative Works to import the Teitho archives to their site on a permanent basis.)

With thanks

Your Teitho mods

Carawyn, Lotrfan, and Sian

[capricornrisingsstuff]

So I’ve taken a prompt from @lovebugism ‘s summer sleepover as it looks like fun! I hope they don’t mind me being totally self indulgent with this one.

Prompt: “what can I get you? Do you need water? A hug? Space?”

Contains: Eddie being a total softie, reader is female and is a burnt out workaholic. Fluff, pet names. Lmk if I’ve missed anything!

Your phone buzzes for what feels like the millionth time in your back pocket, as you push the door to the kitchen open with your denim jean clad ass. “Why can people not leave me alone, they know I’m working”, you mutter to yourself as you scrape your own plates into the trash, along with the dishes just haphazardly left by your coworkers.

Standing in the kitchen to the coffee shop amongst the chaos you look at your phone and wince. You can barely see your lock screen background (a picture of the castle in Disney World- a reminder that your hard work pays for you to do the things you love); the screen was littered with notifications from the top to the bottom. Scanning through them all, you sighed. A Teams meeting you need to respond to, your Outlook inbox showing 13 unread emails, WhatsApp, Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook messenger. All direct messages about the three jobs you’re juggling to try and get your PhD. Just as you were about to put your phone away, it buzzed again, a double vibration announcing a iMessage. “It’ll be saved for later” you thought as your boss called you to serve at the to go hatch.

Turning from the abrupt customer who didn’t even say hello to you “three grande lattes, sugar free vanilla, decaf” was your greeting; you stared aimlessly into the drops of espresso as you mentally highlighted and crossed off your diary. Breaking you out of your daze was your Apple Watch, lighting up with a name that gave you butterflies. “Eddie “Edward” Munson” the screen flashed. You manoeuvred your fingers to open the message on your watch, trying to suppress the grin the name on the screen gave you. “Hey Mrs workaholic, I was wondering if you wanted to hang soon? If you can fit me in your diary?” Eddie was a sweetheart. He was someone from your life from years ago who regularly kept up with your Instagram stories. Always replying to them and checking to see how you are. You’d just never had the time to indulge yourself with the boy.

A crash of plates and string of expletives broke you out of your lavender haze; the sound of the crash sending you into a little spiral of anxiety. You hastily gave out the drinks order you were working on and ran to the back, intending on clearing up the mess through the tears that were starting to line your eyes. You went to the walk in and pulled out your phone, hastily jabbing at you the contact. “Hey sweetheart, what do I owe this pleasure?” Eddie playfully greeted on the other side of the phone. “Eddie” you choked. “What’s wrong babe? Are you okay?” Eddie’s tone turned serious in a flash as you breathed back some sobs threatening to fall “I just need a break Eddie. I’m so burnt out, I don’t know what to do”, you admitted. You never admitted it but he seemed like your safe space. “What do you need princess? A hug? Water? Space? Say it and I’ll deliver it”. You let out a watery laugh as he ran through the list. “I think I need all of those Eddie, but…from you? Please? Sorry I know we haven’t met up much but I just feel like I can talk to you.” Eddie was glad you couldn’t see his Cheshire Cat grin on the other side of the phone. “My lady, I shall be your unofficial Uber delivery driver in his shining rust bucket of a van. Hugs and water are on their way. I don’t know if I can offer the space though once I hold you…” you swooned at his words, playing with the strings of your apron. “Don’t worry Eddie, space is off the menu from you” “glad to hear it princess. Your Uber driver is 8 minutes away”. No amount of decaf grade sugar free vanilla lattes would get in the way of the hold this sweet boy had on you.

[calamity-unlocked]

“I’m Marie Kondo-ing the shit out of this,” Taylor grinned. “Man, I don’t get why I thought this’d be hard.”

“It’s because you’re a hoarder,” Scary said from his bed, not looking up from her phone. The second she arrived, she had put her platform boots on a pizza box to not get Taylor’s Shinobu bedsheets dirty, sat down, propped up by half a dozen of fluffy pillows, and hadn’t gotten back up.

“The right term is, 'collector'”, Taylor finely corrected her.

A few days ago, Taylor’s mom had momentarily shattered his world when she told him he needed to participate in spring cleaning. She was trying to clean up the attic, and had brought down four big boxes with his stuff, which he needed to either put in his room or get rid of.

Faced with the possibility of choice paralysis, Taylor had asked the most decisive person he knew to help him sort through his stuff. Scary hadn’t actually been of much help so far - for the most part she scrolled through her Facebook Messenger and scoffed at his disregarded childhood memories, making the occasional sarcastic remark as he grumbled about folds in posters and broken action figurines.

He’d offered Scary that anything on the ‘charity’ pile she could take, as a gift from him. She had rolled her eyes at Taylor’s offer, proclaiming she didn’t need his dweeby hand-me-downs. But Taylor and his eagle-sharp eyes had not failed to notice how every now and then an item would mysteriously go missing from the pile.

He didn’t bring it up – but he did stealthily pump his fist when he purposefully put his officially-licensed Death Note poetry bundle on the pile and it was gone the next time he turned his head.

He held up a black t-shirt with the anime remake version of a sleeping Aurora. The frilly text said: ‘only wake me up for anime’. “I’m torn about this one. Medium levels of joy. What do you think?”

“Lame,” she commented after a casual glance.

“Right then. That finishes up that box,” he said, dusting off his hands, not because there was actual dust on them but because he liked how it made him look like a Wild West saloon owner throwing out a misbehaving client while muttering ‘and good riddance’ under his breath.

He unsheathed his katana and cut open the tape on the next U-Haul box. It was labeled ‘Taylor, 2036’, with a little hand-drawn heart. He let out a single chuckle when he saw the various toys inside.

“Oh, this one’s easy. This is all stuff from when I was a baby.” He pulled out a bright green walkie-talkie, of which the battery had long died. “You want any of this?”

She just flipped him off.

Taylor rummaged through the treasure cove of plastic puzzles and wooden blocks, trying to look if maybe his mom had stored a box with his baby teeth in here somewhere – there were people who’d pay good money for those – when his hand hit something soft at the bottom. Almost like a reflex, like a baby monkey grasping onto its mother, Taylor grabbed it and fished it out.

It was a stuffed toy, yellow and blue and pill-shaped. A pair of goggled lifeless eyes smiled at him, and Taylor stared back, his mouth parting as his mind was very quiet all of a sudden.

From the other side of the room, Scary snickered. “Heh. You liked the Minions? Cringe.”

Taylor’s head snapped up, as though awakened from a trance. “No. What do you think I am, a zoomer?” he said defensively.

He had in fact seen the Minions anime, which had been based on the live-action movie, but he’d done so mostly to be edgy. Ever since the horrific Minion Massacre in 2039, the public’s opinion on the yellow creatures had wildly shifted.

But even before that, he couldn’t ever remember liking the Minions. He was obsessed with other bright and loud stuff as a kid, the kind of things that drove his mom crazy. The Minions had never really entered his mind. Until now.

He looked at the doll in his hand. Just a piece of plush and cotton stuffing. Nothing special about it – it didn’t even have a voice box with recorded messages. Its right arm had come loose, and cloud-like fluff was sticking out.

And yet, an indescribable feeling surged through his torso, wrapped around his heart, got stuck in his throat. There was a childlike urge to hug this thing right against his body, to press his nose against it and smell something that would be familiar–

He did. No need to pretend to be cool, he already was the coolest, and Scary knew that. Him sniffing an old toy wasn’t gonna change that. He was pretty sure.

It… it didn’t even smell like anything. Just musty textile. Disappointment welled up in the back of his throat, and he didn’t even know why.

“I don’t like the Minions,” he repeated numbly, not sure who he was talking to. “And it’s ugly.”

He heard the rustling of fabric as Scary sat up straighter. He could practically hear the quirked eyebrow in her voice when she said: “Then just throw it away. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Taylor blinked a couple of times, then willed his lips into a sharp smile. “Nah. I’m keeping this one,” he said, putting it on the shelf with his myriad of Kirby and Yoshi plushies. “Who knows. Maybe one day someone’s willing to put down big cash for it. You never know with collector’s items.”

That had been it, just a weird moment he’d been able to shake off and restore his chill. Scary helped him load the boxes with the stuff for charity in the car, and they went out to get ice cream after.

Later, every time he would casually just exist in the space of his room, he’d glance at that stupid smiling stuffed toy on his shelf, and feel a little better. He never asked his mom who had given it to him, because there was a part of him that already knew.

And if there was anything Taylor hated, it was being proved wrong.

[oraclekleo]

I always pursue connecting with my followers even more!

And now we also have a group chat where we can share and practice tarot readings.

Feel free to join our Facebook group and also our group chat where we can all together practice through quick tarot readings. Let's share our experience! Let's become FB friends 😂

And yes, I have messenger on my phone which means I'll be even more in touch with you and receive notifications about your messages (because Tumblr notifications are turned off, sorry).

You don't have to only exchange readings, you can also ask me and others when you struggle with interpretations of cards in general or in a specific context.

You know I'm open to 18+ discussions but try to keep things civil and avoid being vulgar.

Thank you and I'm looking forward to hear from you!

Kleo 🦄

[msclaritea]

Don’t cheer the spate of media layoffs: Newspapers are essential to our republic

By Social Links for Daniel McCarthy

Bad news for the media often feels like good news for conservatives.

So word that Vice and BuzzFeed are laying off hundreds of journalists, weeks after the complete collapse of the Messenger, won’t elicit much sympathy from the right.

Then again, it’s not just conservatives who disapprove of the news business today: Gallup last year found a paltry 32% of Americans say they have “a great deal” or “a fair amount” of trust in the mass media.

The same survey found 29% had “not very much” trust in the media — and a record-setting 39% confessed they had “none at all.”

Last month, the Los Angeles Times announced reductions of its newsroom by more than 20%.

Jeff Bezos’ Washington Post has also been through rounds of buyouts and cutbacks.

But the troubles of traditional newspapers are often taken for granted.

A decade ago, online outlets like Vice and BuzzFeed were meant to be the future of media — new species adapted for the internet ecosystem.

First came “search engine optimization,” then gaming the algorithms that decide what content gets served to millions of Facebook and Twitter (now X) users.

BuzzFeed was notorious for “listicles,” which were addictively easy to share until Facebook became so saturated with BuzzFeed and Thought Catalog junk that Mark Zuckerberg’s platform decided to change the rules.

After all, how much clickbait could readers take?

Online media startups attracted investment by showing phenomenal growth, but it was like an athlete on steroids.

Entrepreneurial young journalists, well-connected with classmates and former colleagues at established outlets, garnered hype and headlines from their friends.

That sparked investor excitement, and with investors’ money, new sites could show a rapid explosion in traffic — since they were starting from nothing.

But how could they maintain investor-dazzling double-digit growth after the first spurt?

The social media on which the news sites depended faced the same problem.

The solution for Facebook, once new users started tapering off, was to get existing users to spend more time on the site, which meant no longer sending them to other sites, like news sources, through links.

Now Facebook and X make it nearly impossible to promote journalism on their sites — they want the eyeballs to stay on their own platforms.

YouTube and Facebook felt like the Wild West in those days, with neither copyright law nor political correctness putting a damper on what users could share.

Today politics isn’t the main reason social media suppress news, but it’s an aggravating factor, as the Wall Street Journal’s Kyle Smith recently noted on X.

Smith pointed out that progressive campaigns to shame advertisers into abandoning Fox News, or X itself under Elon Musk’s ownership, encourage advertisers to avoid all political risk.

Budweiser’s humiliating losses after turning the transgender “influencer” Dylan Mulvaney into a brand representative demonstrated how much it could hurt to alienate conservatives.

So why advertise with any politically charged news organizations?

If left-leaning sites like Vice and BuzzFeed are collateral damage in progressives’ war on right-of-center political expression, that may seem like just deserts, as well as a poignant irony.

But the wider lesson is that online media were never on a secure footing, dependent as they were not just on advertising — which is true for almost all media — but on the whims of Big Tech, which has its own growth worries.

Newspapers, by contrast, flourished as local institutions sustained by local retailers.

The emergence of online national and even global retail, however, has meant ad spending isn’t dictated by geography anymore.

Businesses can reach consumers directly or cast a wider net by buying a little exposure on large platforms like Google or Facebook.

Yet not only news but our very system of government is built on localism — on distinct cities, towns, states and congressional districts.

Newspapers served as their town halls, even more than physical town halls did.

The wipeout of hype-driven, placeless new media isn’t a cause for celebration, but it’s not a disaster for our republic.

The loss of local distinctiveness, on the other hand, is at the root of much of our polarization and deadlock today.

In “Democracy in America,” Alexis de Tocqueville argued “that the number of newspapers must diminish or increase amongst a democratic people, in proportion as its administration is more or less centralized.”246

Fewer newspapers means more centralized power — and more conflict over it.

Conservatives who don’t want that have reason to want newspapers to survive.

And newspapers that want to survive have to fight hard for local interests and values — including conservative ones.

Daniel McCarthy is the editor of Modern Age: A Conservative Review.

Twitter: @ToryAnarchist

Insert of the author of this crap. 👆

First off, none of it makes a damn bit of sense, especially the fact that this is an opinion piece in the CONSERVATIVE New York Post, written by a guber with the word, Anarchist, in his Twitter handle, it can't decide what to blame the layoffs for, and keep blaming all of this on Conservatives, when the Champagne Socialists pretty much alienated the whole country. Like, WTH. Beheaders, indeed.

[sohmariku]

My phone died... T_T

This morning I awoke to a working phone, I used the toilet and then... it was dead.

Or rather, it started having a seizure. Once in a while, it buzzes, or flashes me a green screen with a blue and red square. Aside from that, it's just black. I cannot turn it off, I cannot reboot it, I can only wait for the inevitable moment that the battery runs out and it will stop to live... Considering it is fully charged, that may take a while. (The internet diagnoses it as a hardware problem, so there is literally nothing I can do.)

And just like that, my whole plan for today was thrown out of the window. No going for a walk, enjoying the clear weather, playing Pokemon Go, and doing some shopping. Instead I'm just sitting inside the house, in a bit of a daze, not entirely sure what to do.

IT'S SO WEIRD!

This must be the first time in years that I actually feel cut off from the world. Which is insane to say when I still have a working Wifi connection and laptop to access it. But... I can't tell you how many times I have thought to myself today, "Let's look that up," just to realize I do not have a mini-computer in my pocket that will allow me to do just that!

There is also the realization that, with my phone in this braindead state, I have no convenient way to contact my husband. First, I cannot call him. Although we do have a landline, we never connected a phone set to it. Second, Web WhatsApp is currently useless, because it's currently not connected and I need my phone to do that. Third, he doesn't check Facebook Messenger consistently enough to use it as an alternative. Fourth, the same with email. Fifth, I cannot even text him, because reviving my previous phone also failed. It refuses to charge/turn on.

In short, I can only wait for him to come home from work, so I can inform him I want to go shopping for a phone this evening.

Yes, I feel very cut off from the world.

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

So, I just had something tense going on.  Maybe I worked myself up beyond necessary.  A dear friend of mine on Facebook - we have yet to meet in person, but we know each other’s real names and have exchanged snail-mail (she’s bought some artwork from me and she’s sent me crafting supplies out of her surplus and little gifts for me during periods when I was feeling down) was saying some very disturbing things that I caught.   Like, I’m looking at my feed and see “Goodbye, cruel world.”   She’s not one to joke about stuff like that.  I looked at her page and something I’d missed was a post about how a medication wasn’t working right for her, was making things wonky.  She’s diabetic and has some other health issues and apparently a new medication she was put on was giving her a rare and dangerous side-effect.  Her messages were such that I did not know if she was so pissed off at her health that she was thinking of just ending it or if she was having a medication and/or diabetic reaction and was essentially letting her online friends know that she was dying.  I assumed the latter, but I did not know if she had anyone with her to help her out.   Cue me trying to get ahold of mutual online friends, frantically looking through old mail packages (a box I use for storage she sent me) to try to find her address, finding it finally on an email search, asking my partner something I didn’t know “Can you call 911 on someone not in your state?”  and finding out that I actually could, it just takes some transfer.   My friend turned out to be okay.  Emergency folk showing up at her door scared the Hell out of her husband (I did not know if he was home, you see, I was going by scary and cryptic Facebook posts).  She was just having an issue with her medication that balanced out.   She was glad to have some random online friend care enough for her to worry like that.  She hailed me on Messenger and explained everything.  And now we’ve set up for when we have a couple of days off next week to actually visit and hang out / see each other in person finally / finally let me pet the cat she posts pictures of which is the most gorgeous cat in the universe / maybe see the Barbie movie if either of us don’t get to it in the meantime.  Anyway, why am I sharing this?   It’s giving me a bit of a flashback to 2 years ago when I was having a very rough time and thought I had friends in this particular fandom.  I had known / chatted with people for about 3 years and though we’d met in Spop fandom and in a subfandom thereof, but many of us shared personal things together and I thought I had actual friends - online friends based on one mutual interest - but friends, nonetheless.  Some things went wrong with me and some of them, misunderstandings, me overreacting, some symptoms of my known mental illness coming into play (not that it excuses my bad choices), but pretty soon, I found even the people who were trying to stick by me were dumping me, either because of me getting to be too much of a pain or because some of the popular people in the fandom at the time said “Jump!” and they said “how high?” - I had even people I’d barely interacted with on a blocking / shunning / gossping campaign around tumblr.  The most hurtful thing about it was that people who I had become, what I thought, really good, personal friends with just let me go, too, when I was saying some blatantly suicidal stuff online.   I understand people who barely knew me going “not gonna touch that dumpster fire” but with people who seemed to care about me / told me they cared about me... the abandonment hurt.   Now, I never expected anyone to go out of their way for me.  People on tumblr don’t know my real name or address.  There’s no way to call emergency services on me or anyone with “just a fandom name, just a big website.” There were one or two people I had shared my Facebook with just in case something happened with me so they could contact my family / closer friends.  But, even that... yeah, just straight up abandonment and approval given to someone who was spreading the idea that I was “faking it.”  (I wasn’t and I have hospital records to prove it, not that I’d post those online).  However, the thing that I thought I could expect from friends, some of whom I was starting to consider deeper than just-fandom-friends was some kind of “please call 911″ message given to me, or a posting of a hotline number to remind me that it existed / to let me know that I was cared for as a human being - Even if some people had to block me because I was going off the rails and their own mental health couldn’t take it, I expected some kind of basic “we want you to get help” from friends rather than “Figure it out on your own!” and “stop crying wolf!”   I suppose some people get a deer in the headlights reaction to these things and go into denial.  Believing that someone is not in danger is easier, but... I found out who my real friends were, I’ll put it that way.   And ever since, I’ve kept a bit of distance in regards to making friends in this fandom.  (Even if I wind up talking with you about deep stuff, I’m not going to trust you like, say - that crafting / art friend talked about above that I met on a left-ish politics-forum and then started talking about cats with).   This is deeply personal.  I’m surprised you read this far if you did.  I’d ask people not to spread this / encourage dogpiling from my former friends, but, it’s the Internet, so what are ya gonna do?  I don’t care anymore about any of that, or them. If people get their rocks off complaining about someone by name they haven’t talked to or about in 2 years, who am I to judge?  I have a lot of people blocked.  Meh, just wanted this off my chest.